The artillery fire did not stop immediately. After all, the threat ahead remained.
Although Wu Ming and Ruan Qingzhu had identified themselves and demonstrated their identities by flying with their spiritual force, the corps remained cautious and still ordered a communications soldier to verify their claims.
About twenty seconds later, the artillery fire ahead finally began to die down.
"This is the Seventh Armored Battalion. Thank you for coming to our aid, Major General Wu and Senior Colonel Ruan!"
Behind an armored vehicle, an officer shouted, "Time is short. Please act quickly, both of you! We cannot let these flying monsters break into the city!"
"Understood." With that, Wu Ming looked at Ruan Qingzhu beside him and gave his instructions. "Your spiritual force is stronger. Keep that Black-Crowned Golden Eagle occupied for me first. I'll join you once I've cleared out the rest of the flock."
"All right." Ruan Qingzhu nodded without saying much. She merely told him to be careful, then charged toward the battlefield.
Once she closed to a certain distance, four Flying Swords slid from their sheaths, streaking through the air in trails of silver light as they shot toward the Black-Crowned Golden Eagle.
"Screee!"
Sensing the terrifying speed of those sword lights, the Black-Crowned Golden Eagle's pupils abruptly contracted. Its earlier ease vanished. With a beat of its wings, it shot upward, dodging the incoming sword lights.
Since controlling objects with spiritual force had a limited range, the Flying Swords' power would drop sharply if the distance grew too great, so Ruan Qingzhu had no choice but to follow.
In just a few seconds, the woman and the eagle broke away from the flock and soared high into the sky.
What an opening!
Seeing that the greatest threat had been occupied, Wu Ming's eyes flashed sharply.